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a dog rOOF she swallow all JUICE
You niggas all TOOTS
I've been trying to up my swag dawg
Singing more on the lowkey
Got a wifey in the bag dawg
And she

saves
When I dropped NC all my homies was singing that shit
Coming off a high gotta make another high again
It's kinda hard but it's something that I'm

the piggies
Hide the chickens in the covers
See that's the family stones and drop jewels
That's the only way the family love us
My momma water whipping while my

of time left
I see a caged bird singing sweet songs of freedom
I feed 'em with words till they get a taste of feeling
Yes, this is a metaphor for those who

Flipping homegrown greenery
Got the room like a chimney
Now my wrist is singing symphonies
(I'm out chea)

Push this shit to the limit
Cause the sky, it

June 
by the time it dried 
i came alive 
and summer died

clexa's waking up 
water in her cup 
simpler times 
i never cried when summer died

in hospitals and prisons and park benches
I am keeping track of days
By how often I have to shave my underarms
And I hear car alarms echo from city

the man that people aspire to be
I'm building an empire from the ground and up all by myself
With the things that I choose from
The realest
Singing from my

no nothing
I swear the fall happened so all of a sudden I'm feeling so insecure
Just touched the water and it's already flooding
Imagine a child he

that's mines thats mio
Hey ill tell you the future son
Like if i'm Miss Cleo
Co defendant ya be talking
And start singing just like Neo
No matrix try me if

Did we come down from the heavens
Did we grow up from the ground?
Were we born out of the waters
And are we human now?
Is my life just a vapor
Just

Dexter
Yeah
I'm going top rope
In that water like wrestlers
Yeah
She got some manners
She giving my gentleman gestures
On her hands she go bananas
She

off the porch with my motherfucking crocs on
These niggas out here snitching they be singing like a pop song
Designer on my body I'ma eat it like I'm

and maybe get a sequel
One, two, three, four
She make it disappear when we dancing on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight
Doing all them tricks when she singing

Yuh, Yuh
Yuh, Yuh
I don't to talk to no one
Yeah I just stay to myself
I done dived in the water
Yeah I feel like Michael Phelps
Pull up with that

alright
Cause ya boy been looking clean
Flow like water I got streams
Boy kicks rocks to stop streams
Boy meets girl I'm complete
And no I don't mean that

so you ain't shit
Gunpowder shots in the dark, pour the proper off my black lips
Chicken grease in the chapstick
Known by the bank as Mr. Back End

would expect
So believe it or not
This is all that I've got

I won't waste my spot
I'll destroyed the plot you want
I'm coming ready or not

Imprisoned by

you richly
Teaching others with psalms and singings
Come up out of this world and repent
Do good, eschew evil
Seek peace and pursue it
The Lord is near

from this wound is leaking
Into this pen
To make these songs I've been singing
With stories so deep
It leave everybody listening speechless
I can't seem

you want
Get inspired by the messiah
the choir say Oooh lord
Never liked the pastor
Black bastard that took my money
Always seemed to judge me
Somehow I

I'm from by the 7, OGs, was off of Hubble Holiday pay for this work, I'm gon' need double

In the water with a stick, I'm tryna bubble Told my niggas I

a distance, you could see the trailer, run down by the river
Where the muddy waters ran from dawn to dawn
And in the sunset you could see him gathering firewood

in the shower that I start to think
I get turned on by the rain
Cause she's at her best when she's wet
Oh, dancing with a towel on
My favourite song,